Ok, I love True Blood. No, really. I watch it every week as soon as I can and never regret doing so (well hardly ever).
But I see so much jumping and squeeing about it being the bestest thing ever for all its GBL portrayals and I have to hmmm... because I'm not going there.
Oh, don't get me wrong, it's better than most. Where most programmes rarely have any of us portrayed at all - and if we do we have maybe 1 token, stereotyped insert. True Blood with Lafayette, Jesus, Pam, Tara, Naomi, Nan Flannigan, Russel Edgington, Talbot, Sophie-Ann and even Eddie had a whole stable full of GBL people. It's immense and really really rare outside of niche shows that are meant to distinctly target us.
So, why aren't I leaping for joy and backflipping over True Blood's GBL representations? Because quantity does not equal quality. Just having a GBL character - or having a gazillion GBL characters - doesn't make a show a wonderful font of equality. The quality of those portrayals matter - the stereotypes, the tropes upheld also matter. And there's such a lot problems with the portrayals that many of them annoy me, frustrate me and generally do not get shiny gold stars.
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